William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
To the ButterflySamuel Rogers (17631855)
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Mingling with her thou lov’st in fields of light;
And, where the flowers of Paradise unfold,
Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold.
There shall thy wings, rich as an evening-sky,
Expand and shut with silent ecstasy!
—Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept
On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept.
And such is man; soon from his cell of clay
To burst a seraph in the blaze of day!